The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children

I took the tablet to the kitchen table and sat in the spot where Delaney used to pay the bills.

The banking app opened with no password.

The joint medical trust had held forty-five thousand dollars when I last checked in June.

It was Elsie’s money, put aside from the insurance settlement after her first bad winter.

The ledger showed a transfer out on the second Tuesday of the month.

Forty-five thousand dollars.

Memo: “TO D MERCER PERSONAL.” Balance: zero.

I put my finger on the screen and scrolled the ledger back a week.